Those that fought, however, seemed to keep 
always together. They were very tame and allowed 
tte to approach closely. The kinglets especially 
would work up until they were right beside of me. 
This grove was deserted for a clump of scatter¬ 
ing ash trees and thornapples to which I follow¬ 
ed them. I was attracted back to the first grove 
by the cawing of crow and endeavored to get a 
close view but was seen first as usually happens, 
and had only the pleasure of seeing a fleeting 
black form through the limbs of the trees as the 
crow flew off calling derisively. But my trouble 
Was repaid after all for another v/ave came 
through the trees this time with more variety as 
to species. A few juncoes came straggling along 
in the rear of the flock. They kept high up in 
the trees, a thing for which I was not looking. 
They all seemed to be males at least all that 1 
looked at were. A blue jay screamed harshly as 
a signal that a hawk was coming. I think it must 
have been trying to frighten the other birds for 
I could not see one anywhere. A bird back of me 
in the bushes gave a low chuck and turning around 
i saw a hermit thrush. My second one. The tail 
Was distinctly brighter than the back and for 
once a strange bird gave me a good sight of it 
from all sides. Generally it is easy enough to 
get the breast with its markings, but the back 
is an entirely different matter. 
Wow for some sparrows, and in fact nearly 
all a front view is almost always necessary but 
the provoking things always watch me over their 
shoulders and nearly always I am afraid to try to 
work around for fear they will fly. But to return 
to my hermit. He was very complaisant in showing 
his colors. He sat on one perch but as soon as 
he was noticed flew to another behind a tree out 
of sight. I followed him, however, got another 
good look and heard it give the alarm note before 
it disappeared to be seen no more. 
Then I went across the bridge into Tim 
Hackett’s woods. 
